First my Mrs. Owner loads us into that awful white box and brings us to this new place. At first we thought we had died and gone to Heaven. The grass was EVERYWHERE! I didn't even have to walk from place to place to find it. All I had to do was sink my head into the deep lusciousness of it.
Then, the rains came. It didn't rain for 40 days and 40 nights, but it might as well have. Our paddock, which no longer had grass in it because, uh, Pippin ate it all, turned into a quagmire of mud. I thought my feet were going to turn into puddles of gelatinous stuff themselves.
Our Mrs. Owner has begun to turn us out two times a day. Yes, I said 2, as in T - W - O!! That is ever so much better than before. In the morning she lets us go into the BIG paddock. Do you see the white square in the picture? The picture is kinda fuzzy on account of it was taken from space, says my Mrs. Owner. But, the white square near the top is the barn. Just to the right of the barn, coming out at the middle of the white square, you can see a tiny white line going to the right - that's a fence. It doesn't look that tiny when I'm standing next to it! That is the front fence of the
This picture shows the fence at the back of the mud pit and the gate that my Mrs. Owner uses to let us out into the big paddock. The white fence in the background is the back fence you can actually see from the picture taken from space.
Next my Mrs. Owner tricks us into coming back into the mud pit. She pretends like she is going to feed us lots of good stuff. She starts with a yummy tasting apple treat and in her sweet voice, tells us to come with her. That pipsqueak, Pippin, falls for it just about every time and follows her like a puppy dog. Sometimes there is the tiniest bit of hay in there.
Just about every day my Mrs. Owner ties us up and actually makes us do something. I guess if I had to chose between standing around in a dry lot or doing something, I'd chose doing something. This morning I got to wear the black spaghetti stuff and Pippin got to pretend he was a cow pony.
I think I got the easy job since my silly Mrs. Owner seemed to have forgotten to hook up the cart! We walked around, aimlessly, then came back and she tied me up again. The Pipsqueak actually had to put up with my Mrs. Owner on his back! Ha, ha on him! He had to go around and around and around in the round paddock, then he had to walk up and down the hill in the pasture.
Oh, and speaking of pasture. That's the absitively, posolutely best part of the day. In the evening, just as things are cooling down a bit, our Mrs. Owner opens the gate to